I see the distant flames,They bellow in the night, On that battlefield,Is where in lies the fight.Wave after wave of enemy,Plummets down the slope,I am at the bottom,And haven't a shred of hope.I tell my men to steady,And may God be with them all,Of all the men around me,I was the first to fall.Tell my family I love them,That's all that I can do,Tell them on the battlefield,I died for the Red, White, and Blue.

By Joey LymanCopyright 2003

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